Fang Wannian was going to die, and his dry throat was moistened a lot after that mouthful of blood.

"Poof—poof—"

Fang Wannian sat paralyzed on the ground, the demon horse Niu was tall and big, standing upright and slowly approaching him, his face showing anger and contempt, snorting, and a stream of white gas spurted out.

"Boom-Boom?"

The demon horse was extremely spiritual, and a hissing actually turned an upward tone, making the corners of Fang Wannian's mouth twitch.

Fang Wannian was keenly aware that this horse should be questioning him...

"I... I... I didn't do anything, I didn't even bring a bamboo basket, how could I steal things!

Fang Wannian felt awkward when he said this, but the demon horse snorted and expressed his doubts.

Fang Wannian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Ye Zhang's voice sounded out of nowhere:

"Hey, Senior Brother Fang, why does this piece of bergamot have a large bite mark? You don't want to take it with you, just eat it directly! It's said that it's easy not to digest!"

"Boom!!"

Fang Wannian didn't have time to explain, the huge horse's hooves were imprinted on his face, and his body was glowing, although the realm was not enough, he used the secret method to forcibly protect his body with spiritual power. However, all this seemed to be useless, his nasal bones shattered and collapsed, and his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes were bleeding together.

With two hooves, Fang Wannian's half life was gone.

The ferocity of the demon horse shocked Zhang Ye, as we all know, spirit beasts are unable to cultivate, and the demon horse directly ignored the spiritual power of the foundation building nine cultivators with his strong body alone!

"This kind of performance is really worth learning from Lu Yu'an..."

But I don't know if it's an illusion, when Zhang Ye was under the poisonous hooves of the demon horse, he felt a special power, not spiritual power, extremely ethereal.

Fang Wannian lost consciousness, the demon horse chewed twice in his mouth, and spit on Fang Wannian's face.

Fang Wannian was "like a rain in the woods", and when he woke up, he lost a few teeth, and he couldn't speak.

"Your Excellency... I have been falsely accused, and don't listen to that man's slander... I've only met him once..."

Zhang Ye's voice sounded at the right time: "Senior Brother Fang, where are you! You have to be careful, if you meet that horse, don't say that you know me, I'm afraid of being implicated!"

A wave of despair hung over his heart for thousands of years, and he didn't even have the strength to resent.

"———— Child"

The horse's face was originally long, and at this moment, the face of the demon horse was the same as a large shoehorn, and its hooves made a gesture, and then printed the face of ten thousand years again.

"Click-"

The bones shattered, the plasma burst open, Fang Wannian's face was red and white, and he didn't say a word of his last words.

"Dead?"

Zhang Ye was stunned, and the demon horse raised a hoof to look at it, and shook his head, indicating that he was breathing before I could exert my strength.

Zhang Ye immediately understood why this mustard seed forest is the nemesis of the little kid, if the little kid is the devil, then this horse is a peerless beast.

"This horse is by no means a thing in the pool, it is not an ordinary spirit animal, but for some reason it is willing to be here. ”

Originally, Fang Wannian had murderous intentions, and Zhang Ye himself was ready to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

But now there is no need, the demon horse set up Fang Wannian's corpse, the four hooves were attached to the ground again, and walked leisurely out of the forest, the technique was quite familiar, and Zhang Ye's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

This horse is well versed in the way of killing people and goods, and Zhang Ye thinks it's really not a good thing...

"This forest keeper is not good, I'm afraid I will become a spirit keeper..."

Zhang Ye had a headache and wanted to give Qin Meng a few more slaps, but when she remembered that she was twelve years old, she had to bear a lot as the head of a sect, and sighed faintly.

The little kid is fierce on the outside, but he is facing many unknown dangers inside, his disciple who sat down was bullied, but he was squeezed out by the six firsts, and he couldn't do anything about it, Zhang Ye guessed that Qin Meng's life might not be as careless and free as it seemed.

After a while, the demon horse returned to the mustard seed forest, and the corpse on its back was gone, and it was lost to the people outside.

Zhang Ye followed the demon horse all the way and came to a wooden house, there was no horse shed or manger, etc., obviously the wooden house was the residence of the demon horse.

Zhang Ye was unbalanced, this wooden house was obviously much better than the firewood house he had lived in.

The demon horse stood up and was about to open the door, when Zhang Ye fell from the sky and beat it four or five times in a row.

Zhang Ye got straight to the point: "I'm a new forest guard, don't be afraid." ”

The other party's Ma was stunned and recognized Zhang Ye, who seemed to not know what a forest keeper was, but felt that it didn't sound like it was collecting medicine, so he didn't show his fierce appearance at the first time.

However, the demon horse seemed to be very dissatisfied with the three words "don't be afraid", and pointed at Zhang Ye with one front hoof, swayed it gently, and then patted his chest and neighed.

"Boom!"

The demon horse's fur is bright red, and the action is human-like, which is really evil, which makes Zhang Ye speechless.

Zhang Ye saw the demon horse and communicated with him: "I dedicate my time and energy to the forest guards, today, every day, in the future, the mustard seed forest will be under my control, and your violent acts will not be repeated..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ye flew out upside down, kicking up the dust in the sky and crushing a few spirit leaves.

"The surname is Ma!

Zhang Ye spit out the grass roots in his mouth, got up and scolded, he was a human being in two lives, and he cultivated to be a world-beaten, but today he was kicked by a horse, and his heart was very blocked.

However, the demon horse's head is tilted to one side, his eyes are looking at the sky, and his feet are on the ground, which is no different from Chang Ma at this moment. There was only a series of whistling noses, as if to clear the relationship between the kick just now.

Zhang Yeyintang turned black, and he stopped talking, and his heart was actually shocked a lot, because the demon horse really didn't make a move just now.

In other words, Zhang Ye didn't see the demon horse shoot clearly!

With Zhang Ye's vision of the mortal realm, this is the first time this has happened, or it happened to a horse, no matter how you think about it, it is full of evil sects.

"Horses... Brother Ma, uh... I'd better give you a name first, I see that though you are an animal, you are a spirit..."

"Bang!"

Zhang Ye flew upside down again, the old horse was honest and impermanent, and the wind was light.

"I..."

Zhang Ye's forehead showed blue tendons, this time there were words in his mouth, the spiritual power flowed, and the martial arts of "Immovable as a Mountain" worked.

"Listen up, I'll call you Ma Mian from now on, taken from the Difu Niu Tou Ma Mian saying..."

"Boom!"

With a slightly dull voice, the demon horse looked at his hooves that slammed into Zhang Ye's chest with some surprise, and neighed strangely, not understanding why Zhang Ye didn't take off this time.

Zhang Ye's face darkened: "Look at me!"

The demon horse was exposed, and he didn't panic, he patted Zhang Ye's clothes and hissed in a low voice, which meant that what had just happened was not happening, and he wanted to reveal it.

This demon horse is not only fierce, but also very scoundrel, Zhang Ye really obeyed!

Isn't this just a gangster? It's just a little more scheming than the average ruffian...

"Ruffians... Oh yes!" Zhang Ye flashed his mind, "Don't call it Ma Mian, it's too inappropriate, just call it Ma Cub!"

As soon as the demon horse's eyes glared, Zhang Ye immediately said: "It's not a rabbit cub, it's the master of horses!"

The demon horse drooped his eyelids, thinking suspiciously, and the horse's hooves drew circles in the ground, as if deliberating, and finally approved the name.

"I can't read, who are you pretending to be..."

Zhang Ye saw through it but didn't say it, the first meeting of one person and one horse was peaceful and successful in the end.

...

Sky Peak.

A large hall is no less magnificent than the Qingluan Palace, at this time the lights are bright, and a red-haired old man sits on a blood-ink wooden chair, his eyes are calm, and he can't tell whether he is happy or sad.

And beside him, a burly and unusual young man, with a killing intent that seemed to have been precipitated for many years in the depths of his eyes, stared indifferently at a piece of white cloth the size of a person in the center of the main hall.

"Senior Brother, you want to avenge Senior Brother Fang..."

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Fang's death is unjust, and his death is aggrieved!"

"Senior Brother Fang is also one of the best people in my Changxiao Peak, you can't die in vain like this!"

Around the white cloth, a bunch of people wept silently, and among them was a fat man crying.

"The man... Who is it..."

The voice was rough but extremely cold, and one of the thin disciples even shivered, looking at the burly young man above with great awe.

The burly young man's name is Gan Jue, he is the chief disciple of Changxiao Peak, he is twenty-three years old, but he has just stepped into the Tuohai Realm, and he is the first day of the Burning Heaven Sect!

"Senior brother, he is a kid from Qingya Peak, but he is not a disciple of his own sect, and he claims to be... It's the forester of the mustard forest..."

"Forester?"

The burly young man stepped forward, but the old man on the seat spoke:

"Jue'er, don't worry, wait for me to go to Qingya Peak tomorrow and talk to that girl, I don't want to have any moths at this juncture..."

After speaking, the old man's left hand rubbed, revealing a bronze object in his sleeve, which was the Holy Calling of the Holy Church!